Who: Luke Hellstrom and Carson Jameson What: Bar Brawlin' Where: New York City When: Night Warnings: Violence Status: Closed/Incomplete
Luke wasn't the sort of person who was quick to turn to violence. Quick to anger, sure. That was to be expected when both of your parents were fiery redheads. But violence wasn't something he ran towards with open arms, unless it was absolutely necessary. Like right now, when a very, very drunk and very, very angry person was running at him with open arms, a shattered beer bottle in either hand.
Luke sighed. As much as he wanted to say that he wasn't the cause of this fight, he couldn't. He'd completely and absolutely started it. Why, he couldn't quite remember. One moment, he'd been having a beer and catching up with his buddy Carson.
The next moment...this.
He turned to Carson, his lips parted in a wicked smile. "Not exactly the action I was thinking of finding tonight," he said, his golden bident materializing in his left hand. He whirled in place and brought the blunt side of the bident down on the drunk man's head, knocking him out. "But still, this could be fun."